Nearer now, but still beyond her grasp. The witch forgot the pain, dismissed the despair. All that mattered was that she find the source of that call.
"Rhiannon!"
The jolt as the young witch regained consciousness sent Bryan flying through the air. He landed heavily on his back. His first reaction was to return to Rhiannon, but then he recognized that she did not need him anymore.
A glow of power emanated from her form, which no longer seemed tiny and frail. Her light eyes glittered as pale sapphires in a bright sun, and her face twisted into a visage of powerful satisfaction.
Rhiannon felt all the power that the world had left to give rushing to her call, its purity burning sweet in her veins. She waited a moment, letting the forces gather until she thought she would burst apart. Then she swept her arms up into the air, releasing a mighty line of energy, radiant green, at that spot of the overcast that hid the sun. It roared into Thalasi"s cloud, sizzling and crackling.
Darkness rushed from every edge of the sky to gather against the bolt, but Rhiannon did not relent. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of stubborn rage, and she snapped her hands up higher, throwing every ounce of her strength into the battle.
Thunder rolled out, the rain crossing the path of the green bolt sizzled and steamed away, and as the black clouds rolled in, they were consumed. All the sky lightened, though the overcast remained unbroken.
But Thalasi"s efforts were elsewhere, locked in mortal combat against Brielle and Istaahl, and his gloom could not be reinforced. Rhiannon thought that this effort would surely kill her, but she did not worry about that now.
"So be it," she muttered, throwing another pulse heavenward. Relentlessly, the green bolt burned away. The young witch, seeing into the very center of her energy bolt, squinted her eyes at the greater brightness as she cut through to the blue above the cloud.
Now the green beam widened the gap in the clouds, and Rhiannon called upon the sun to help her cause. A single ray came through, not angled back toward Rhiannon but shining through to the north, burning into the globe of darkness that surrounded the Black Warlock.
Brielle and Istaahl felt the weakening of their respective foes immediately, but before they could press further in and hold the twin spirits down, the Black Warlock"s manifestations blended together into one and vanished from the scene of the mental battle.
Brielle took a moment to contemplate the change in events, then announced to Istaahl, ""Tis me daughter!"
"We must go to her!" the White Mage replied, but then another call came to them, a call they could not ignore.
"All the world!" Ardaz cried.
"Me daughter!" gasped Brielle.
Ardaz could see the battle in the west clearly. The Black Warlock had regained his footing and responded to the sun ray with a bolt of midnight blackness. He had pushed the ray halfway back to the clouds, and the vile line of his blackness was still rising.
But the events at the river were even more desperate. Too many talons had come across, Arien and his troops would soon falter, and the defense along the northern banks was about to disintegrate altogether to the endless armada.
Brielle understood. Her every instinct told her to go to her daughter"s aid, but Rhiannon would simply have to hold on for a while longer.
"It will never be the same," Istaahl lamented.
"But no choice is to us, then," said Brielle. "Call to yer sea, me friend. Pull with all yer strength." Then the witch went to her own work. She fell back into the magical plane, reached out with wide arms to gather all the power she could find.
And then she grabbed at the river.
Istaahl sent his summons out over the waves, calling to the ocean from the ruins of the White Tower. From far out, but rising swiftly and rushing in toward the mouth of the great river, came a wall of water.
Brielle pulled against the flow, drove the water back with an invisible wall of energy. In seconds the great river under the Four Bridges was an empty bank of mud. The talons in their boats, now sitting on soft ground, thought this a gift of their G.o.dlike master to speed their crossing. Whooping and shouting, they leaped from their craft and plodded out through the thick mud.
"See our power!" Mitch.e.l.l hissed at Ardaz. "We rule even the river itself!"
But Ardaz recognized the truth of the event. He sent a magically enhanced shout ringing into the ears of all his comrades. "Get back from the river!"
At the end of the bridge, Billy and Bellerian finally got Belexus to his feet. Though wounded by the burning chill of Mitch.e.l.l"s scepter, the ranger would not retreat. Billy pushed him, trying to get him back from the river as Ardaz had instructed. But Bellerian understood the fire that drove his son.
"Leave him to his duty," the Ranger Lord instructed.
"Are ye coming with me?" Belexus asked. He knew the answer when he took a moment to consider his father, bent again under the pain of that old wound.
"No, me son," Bellerian said with a smile. "Me fightin"s at its end."
Belexus kissed him on the forehead, then helped his father onto the winged horse"s back as Billy turned Calamus toward the safety of the land.
Then Belexus strode out on the bridge to stand beside the brave wizard.
Benador and his troops needed no encouragement to heed the wizard"s call. They pushed the talons on the southern two bridges back to the west one final time, then broke back toward the fields, where they could have run to safety. But the King and his elite corps would not let the valiant elves die for their cause, not while they had any strength left in their bodies. Benador spearheaded a small group, driving like a wedge through the talon ranks to get to Arien and his forces.
"Fly away!" Arien called to his warriors, while he and Ryell fought as a rear guard.
Up in the north, Sylvia and her forces wanted to heed Ardaz"s call, but many talons had reached the eastern bank in the first moments after the river had emptied. The elven maiden rushed from group to group, freeing up men and elves and sending them on their retreat, but she remained on the muddy bank, refusing to leave until all the others had found safer ground.
"The weakling ranger returns," the wraith laughed. "I am glad that you live, Belexus. I would not want you to miss this spectacle of my master"s glory."
Belexus cast a knowing smile at Ardaz. Only one being in all Aielle could make such a demand of the River Ne"er Ending: the Emerald Witch.
"Ye"ve ever been a fool, Mitch.e.l.l," he spat at the wraith. "Ye think this yer master"s doin"?"
"Who-" Mitch.e.l.l began to respond, but the smug look on the ranger"s face caused the wraith to glance back over his shoulder; then he saw the continuing struggle between the Black Warlock and the sun ray. The wraith spun back on Ardaz and the ranger, unbridled rage etched on its grotesque face.
"You"ll not escape the doom!" Ardaz promised, and he slammed his staff on the stone with enough force to break the instrument, and that in turn exuded enough force to split apart the bridge itself.
The center of the structure crumbled down into the mud, and the wraith, Ardaz, and Belexus fell away.
Brielle and Istaahl could not know the particulars at the battle scene, nor reverse the tide of their actions in any case. When she sensed the approach of Istaahl"s watery wall, the Emerald Witch let loose the gathered waters of the great river.
"No!" the Black Warlock screamed, turning back to the disastrous battle on the bridges for just an instant.
And Thalasi"s despair only heightened in that moment, for Rhiannon and her sun ray did not let the moment pa.s.s.
A burst of light burned away the Black Warlock"s sphere of darkness completely and slammed Thalasi to the ground.
And in a flash all of the Black Warlock"s overcast was consumed, and the sky shone bright and blue once more.
Still Rhiannon continued her a.s.sault, determined, as was the magic that flowed through her, to rid Aielle of the Black Warlock once and for all.
The stupid talons rushing across the bridges and standing in the mud of the empty riverbank could only gape at the converging doom, and when the magics of Brielle and Istaahl came together, nearly half of the evil force was simply washed away. Another group remained trapped on the eastern side, helpless in the face of the wrath of the warrior King and his minions, who were already regrouping for another a.s.sault.
But oh so many heroes, human and elf alike, went away in that watery grave.
Indeed, the world would never be the same.
Chapter 28.
Wizard"s Lament THE SKY SHONE a bright, crisp blue with sunshine general all across Aielle. But a more brilliant beam of the sun still held its course to the Black Warlock, pinning him to the ground mercilessly. Thalasi thought he would surely perish under its relentless heat; he could feel his insides bubbling and churning and could find no magical strength left within himself to battle back. a bright, crisp blue with sunshine general all across Aielle. But a more brilliant beam of the sun still held its course to the Black Warlock, pinning him to the ground mercilessly. Thalasi thought he would surely perish under its relentless heat; he could feel his insides bubbling and churning and could find no magical strength left within himself to battle back.
But up on the slopes of the Baerendels, a subtle shift in the flow of power was all the warning Rhiannon got. She felt vibrations within her form, discordant tw.a.n.ging that wracked her with electric shocks of pain.
Then it all broke apart.
With a vicious shudder that popped the muscles in her elbows and shoulders, Rhiannon swooned and fell.
Bryan, ever alert, was there to catch her.
Freed of the magical a.s.sault, the Black Warlock slithered to the west. His day was ended; all the talons on this side of the river were in full flight, and those across the way would soon be exterminated by the Calvan forces. There would be no more crossing of the river anytime soon; all four of the bridges had been washed away.
And now Thalasi had only one thought: get back to Talas-dun, where he might lick his wounds. Little optimism remained in the Black Warlock, for even if he could manage the journey to his bastion of power, he understood that Brielle had been right in her scolding: he, and the other wizards in response, had ripped at the very heart of the magic energies that gave them their powers. And that heart, Thalasi now for the first time feared, would never mend.
Brielle leaned heavily against an ancient oak, her legs too weary to support her. "Ye stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Morgan Thalasi," she panted, hardly able to speak the words. Weary as she was, the Emerald Witch understood that she had to regain her strength and her resolve very soon, for though Thalasi"s storm clouds and her own enchantments had been blasted apart, the fires that now ravaged several sections of Avalon remained in full force.
Brielle would save a portion of the wood, and the rest would grow back in time. But the Emerald Witch"s enchanted reign over Avalon had reached its pinnacle. Brielle was determined that she would stubbornly hold on to a portion of what had once been; she would keep a shining light burning in the heart of the forest for many centuries to come. But the rest of vast Avalon would survive only as an ordinary forest. What the witch already knew, and what the rest of the world would soon find out, was that Avalon had put its best days behind it.
Both it and the Emerald Witch were on the wane.
Even more disastrous was the scene in Pallendara, for Istaahl, just recently recovered from three decades as a prisoner of the Black Warlock, had fared badly in the conflict. His tower was gone, and he knew he would never find the strength to rebuild it. Stone masons would flock to his aid, no doubt, but then the tower of Istaahl the White, like the greater part of the new Avalon that would eventually return, would be a normal work, not an enchanted one.
Istaahl showed no emotion to the many healers who tended his serious-mortal for a mortal man-wounds.
He sat silent and unblinking, his thoughts a lament for days gone by and a concern for the days ahead. For while the diminishing of the magics would also lessen the threat of the Black Warlock, the goodly people of Ynis Aielle, the men and elves, would have to stand on their own for the first time.
And with the tragedy of the battle across the bridges and the destruction of the western fields, they would begin their singular reign on a dark note indeed.
Benador and his troops soon had the bulk of the talons on the eastern side of the river fully contained. Smaller bands of the wretched things ran loose, fleeing every which way, and would have to be hunted down, but the determined King remained confident that the battle now neared its end. He focused his thoughts on the future of his kingdom, on the rebuilding that would have to be done, beginning with the construction of a new bridge across the great river.
He watched now as the swollen river subsided to its normal flow, wondering how many of his own warriors had been washed away in the deluge. Of the Four Bridges, only the eastern and western third of the northernmost remained, but they seemed so cracked that the whole of the structure would probably have to be sc.r.a.pped.
Arien Silverleaf charged his mount up and down the northern edges of the battlefield, frantic in his search. Ryell, his dearest friend, rode beside him, but had already accepted the grim news as true. Sylvia, Arien"s valiant daughter, had perished in the flood.
"Her death was not in vain," the human archer had told them. "Many are alive because of her valor in getting us from the edges of the river."
At the time, the archer"s words had rung hollow in the ears of the elven Eldar, but in years to come, Arien would use them often as a litany against his unending grief.
He would have spent the entire day riding back and forth and all about the nearby encampments in search of his daughter, but a sight he could not ignore, no matter how deep his own grief, a.s.sailed him when he ventured near the broken bridges.
There, on the very lip of the blasted eastern spur of the northernmost bridge, hung two figures: the top with one hand locked on a jutting piece of stone, the other hand grasping the limply hanging form of his companion.
Arien and Ryell charged back up the bank and swung around toward the bridge. "Survivors on the bridge!" Ryell cried to the two men nearest the structure. Bellerian and Billy Shank.
Billy, supporting the Ranger Lord in his grief, was nearly knocked to the ground when Bellerian heard the call. They both had watched in horror only a moment before as the Silver Mage destroyed the bridge, and then as the floodwaters had surged through, apparently taking Belexus and the wizard with them.
And now Billy Shank had all he could do to hold the Ranger Lord back from the structure.
"It might not be safe!" Billy cried.
"Me son!" was all Bellerian replied.
"If you rush out there, you might cave in the whole structure," Billy scolded. "Then there would remain no survivors!"
Bellerian calmed as he realized the truth of Billy"s words.
King Benador noticed the commotion and charged to the base of the structure just as Arien and Ryell arrived. The two elves leaped from their saddles and tentatively started out onto the first stones of the spur, Billy and Bellerian right beside them.
"Beware the bridge!" the King warned.
Arien held out his arms to stop his companions. "I go alone," he insisted. "We know not how much weight the structure can support."
"Then I go," argued Ryell. "You are the Eldar of our people. Better that I should perish if the bridge falls away."
Arien turned a cold stare on Ryell. "I go," he said with bitter finality. "I have lost my daughter this day. I will not risk my closest friend as well." He turned and took a long stride out onto the bridge, and Ryell moved to stop him.
But Benador, understanding the grief on Arien"s face, agreed that the Eldar must do this, and he grabbed Ryell"s shoulder and held him back.
Arien got out to the end and dropped to his knees. Belexus-he had known all along that it could only be Belexus-hung below him, apparently unconscious. But even in that blackness the mighty ranger had not faltered. His left hand clutched the stone of the bridge with strength enough to defeat the pull of the flood. That feat alone would be the stuff of legends, but even more amazing, the ranger"s right hand held with equal strength the thick folds of Ardaz"s blue robes.
"It is your son, Ranger Lord!" Arien called back. "And the Silver Mage." With the confirmation, it now took Billy, Benador, and Ryell to hold Bellerian back.
Arien quickly pulled a length of rope from his pack and crept down the facing of the broken bridge to a point where he could loop an end around the wizard. Ardaz opened one eye to watch and shot a hopeful smile at his rescuer. But the wizard did not dare move, aware that his robes had started to tear away in several places.
Arien winked his rea.s.surance, then climbed back to the top, keeping one hand tightly on Belexus in case the ranger"s grip should fail.
Bellerian, though sorely wounded and weary, scrambled out through the grasps of Billy and Ryell when he saw Arien come back up, dragging the rope.
"As I am your king," Benador said to Billy and Ryell, "I command you to remain here!" And then Benador, despite the horrified shrieks of his entourage, sprinted out onto the bridge.
"You should not be out here," Arien scolded Bellerian. As if to accentuate the Eldar"s words, the spur creaked ominously under the added weight.
"He is my son," the Ranger Lord replied sternly.
Benador moved right past them both before they even realized he had come out. He dropped to his belly and immediately understood the problem at hand. "Get the wizard," he instructed Arien and Bellerian, then grabbed Belexus by the front of the ranger"s tunic.
The other two had no choice by to comply, and when Benador was certain they had Ardaz safely in tow, he tugged with all of his considerable strength and raised Belexus to safety.
Arien nodded his approval. "Let us retire from this broken place," he advised, and he hoisted Ardaz over his shoulder. Benador did likewise with Belexus, and Bellerian led them off the bridge, to the cheers of the now fair-sized crowd that had gathered to watch it all.
The drama was only heightened a few moments later, when the entire section of the bridge fell into the river with a thunderous splash.